Da Jiang felt like he was sitting on pins and needles throughout the dinner.
This was his first time tasting Jiuyue's cooking, and the big plate chicken tasted very good, much better than what he had in restaurants, but the problem was the way Jiuyue looked at him.
It was as if she was silently saying, "Once this chicken is finished, it'll be your turn."
This was not the Jiuyue he knew!
The little fox he remembered was gentle and sensible, but now she didn't even want to let him eat a meal in peace. Da Jiang had no doubt that if Mr. Mingyuan hadn't finally invited him in, he would've had to solve his dinner problem at "Old Sui's Restaurant" tonight.
It wasn't that he couldn't afford a meal, it was just that braving the cold wind, dining alone in a restaurant, always felt inexpressibly desolate.
"Actually, I came today to discuss some matters with Old Duan."
